Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes, the — Volume 07: Songs of Many Seasons by Oliver Wendell Holmes
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page 42 of 119 (35%)
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Thy flaming angel fold his wings,
And seraphs whisper Peace! Thine are the sceptre and the sword, Stretch forth thy mighty hand,-- Reign Thou our kingless nation's Lord, Rule Thou our throneless land! THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY WHAT flower is this that greets the morn, Its hues from Heaven so freshly born? With burning star and flaming band It kindles all the sunset land Oh tell us what its name may be,-- Is this the Flower of Liberty? It is the banner of the free, The starry Flower of Liberty! In savage Nature's far abode Its tender seed our fathers sowed; The storm-winds rocked its swelling bud, Its opening leaves were streaked with blood, Till Lo! earth's tyrants shook to see The full-blown Flower of Liberty Then hail the banner of the free, |
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